[Loud Whooshing]
[Wind Whistling]
[Cocks Rifle]
[Gunshot]
[Shots Continue]
[Engine Stops]
[Skipped item nr. 7]
[Computer Beeping] Your move: Bishop to knight four.
My move: Knight to rook three. [Computer Beeps]
Poor baby, you're startin' to lose it, aren't ya?
[Beeping]
Your move: King to rook one. [Computer Beeps]
My move: Rook to knight six.
Checkmate. Checkmate. [Computer Beeps]
You cheatin' bitch.
[Shots Continue]
[Helicopter Whirring]
[Shots Continue]
Childs, what's he doin'? [Helicopter Whirring]
Circling the camp.
Who is he?
Said "Norge" or something on the side. It's Norwegian.
[Wind Whistling]
[Speaking Norwegian]
[Continues Speaking Norwegian]
[Yelling In Norwegian]
George, are you okay? Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.
Are you? Yeah. What's going on there?
Watch it.
Easy.
Easy, easy, easy. Yes.
[Coughing]
First goddamn week of winter.
[Moaning]
[Moaning Continues]
Oh, come on. Four stitches. Barely grazed ya.
What were they doin' flyin' that low,
shooting at a dog, at us?
Mmm, stir-crazy.
Cabin fever. Who knows?
U.S. Number 31, calling McMurdo. Come in. Over.
[Static]
U.S. Number 31, calling McMurdo.
Urgent. Come in. Over.
[Static] Great.
Come on, come on. Nobody!
Nobody. Get a hold of somebody.
Get a hold of anybody. We gotta report this mess.
Look, I haven't been able to reach shit in two weeks.
I doubt if anybody's talked to anybody on this entire continent,
and you want me to reach somebody!
Maybe we're at war with Norway.
I was wonderin' when the El Capitan...
was gonna get a chance to use his popgun.
How long've they been stationed there? It says here only eight weeks.
Well, that's not long enough for guys to go bonkers. Bullshit, bwana.
Five minutes is enough to put a man over down here. Damn straight.
I mean, look at Palmer. He been the way he is since the first day.
How many in their party?
They started with ten. There'd be eight others left. How do we know?
Guys as crazy as that could have done...
a lot of damage to their own before they got to us.
Nothing we can do about that. Yes there is. I wanna go up.
In this weather? Bennings?
Winds are gonna let up a tad next couple of hours.
A tad?
Can't condone it much myself,
but it is a short haul.
An hour there, an hour back.
Shit, Doc, I'll give you the lift. No problem.
Forget it, Palmer. Hey, thanks for thinking about it though.
Loaded with kerosene. I count 15 cans.
MacReady! Mac, get your gear on!
Mac, it may not clear up for a week. Yeah.
We're the closest ones to 'em. It's all right by me, Doc.
I'm just lettin' you know we're takin' a chance. Quit the griping, MacReady.
Those clouds keep movin' over the sun, we're gonna get a whiteout.
We get caught in that, you can scratch one doctor and one pilot.
This is real thin. It'll clear as soon as you get up.
It's up to you, Mac. If you don't wanna fly, we don't fly.
You really wanna save those crazy Swedes, huh? Norwegians.
Which way, Doc? Southwest.
You're gonna have to read the map.
Mac's really taking it up, huh?
He knows what he's doin'.
["Superstitious"]
[Continues]
Nauls, will you turn that crap down?
I'm trying to get some sleep. I was shot today.
Read, bwana. Will do.
Writing's on the wall
Very superstitious
[Continues]
Anybody there?
Hey, Sweden! They're not Swedish, Mac. They're Norwegian.
Mac!
My God. What the hell happened here?
Come on, Doc.
- Portable video unit. Anything? - It's all in Norwegian.
What are you doin', Doc?
Could be important work. I wanna take it back.
Well, it's gettin' late. Let's hurry it up.
I'll check out the last few rooms.
Hey, Copper, come here.!
Maybe they found a fossil,
the remains of some animal buried in the ice, and they chopped it out.
But where is it? Look at this.
[Doc] What is that?
Is that a man in there or something?
Whatever it is, they burned it up in a hurry.
Help me find a shovel, Doc.
We found this.
Jesus Christ.
[Coughing]
[Gasping]
[Doc] Blair, I'd like you to start an autopsy right away.
[Static]
[Volume Increases] [Screaming]
Did you reach anybody yet? Reach anybody?
We're a thousand miles from nowhere, man,
and it's gonna get worse before it gets better.
Well, stick to it, Windows. Stick to it.
Nothin' wrong with this Norwegian, physiologically anyway.
No drugs, no alcohol. Nothing.
[Sniffing] Hmm?
Well, what we got here is what appears to be, anyway,
a normal set of internal organs.
Heart, lungs,
kidneys, liver.
Intestines.
Seem to be normal.
[Wind Whistling]
[Man] One, door number two and door number three.
And I think that Dawn Screen here has got the one to trade in the most.
I went to you first. You brought your friend Anna.
You've been consulting Anna all through the show anyhow.
You may as well consult her one more time. I know how this one ends.
[Skipped item nr. 141]
[Old-time Music]
[Wind Whistling]
[Screams]
Clark, will you put this mutt with the others where he belongs?
Yeah, okay.
Go ahead.
What are you waiting for?
[Whimpering]
[Snarling]
[Growling, Barking]
[Rattling]
[Barking Continues]
[Whimpering, Barking]
[Rattling]
[Creature Screeches]
[Rumbling, Moaning]
[Alarm Blaring]
[Screaming]
I don't know what the hell's in there,
but it's weird and pissed off, whatever it is. Bennings, go get Childs.
What is this? What's goin' on?
Hey, Palmer, what is this? I don't know.
Childs, Mac wants the flamethrower.! Mac wants the what?
That's what he said. Now, move! Damn it.
[Moaning, Gasping]
[Dogs Whimpering]
- Stay back. - Hey, Mac, what is it?
[Growling, Moaning]
[Dog Barking]
[Screeching, Snarling]
[Screeching Continues]
[Whimpering]
[Screeches]
- Don't! No! - Get away! Get back! Get back!
[Both Shouting]
[Growling]
Get your ass over here! [Snarling]
Burn it.
Damn it, Childs. Torch it!
[Screeching]
[Coughing]
Oh, my God.
[Gasping] Oh!
Look. Son of a bitch. Oh.
You see, what we're talking about here...
is an organism that imitates other life-forms,
and it imitates 'em perfectly.
When this Thing attacked our dogs, it tried to digest 'em,
absorb them,
and in the process, shape its own cells to imitate them.
This, for instance... That's not dog.
It's imitation.
We got to it before it had time to finish.
Finish what?
Finish imitating these dogs.
Easy, easy. Good.
Easy, easy.
Clark. Yeah?
Did you notice anything strange about the dog, anything at all?
Strange? No.
What was the dog doin' in the rec room?
I don't know.
He was just wandering around camp all day.
Are you sayin'to me the dog wasn't put in the kennel until last night?
Right.
How long were you alone with that dog?
I don't know. An hour. Hour and a half, maybe.
What the hell you lookin' at me like that for?
I don't know. What?
I don't know. It's probably nothin'.
It's nothin'at all.
How much more of this crap is there?
Oh, about nine hours, I'd say.
We can't learn anything from this.
Guess not.
Where'd they take these shots?
Seems like they were spendin' a lot of their time...
in a little place northeast of their camp about five or six miles.
What's that?
[MacReady] It looks like somethin' buried under the ice.
And look at that. They're planting thermite charges.
Whatever it was, it was bigger than that block of ice you found.
Here. This is it.
The place where they were spendin' most of their time. Pretty nasty out, Mac.
Thirty-five knots. Screw it. I'm gonna go up anyway.
Half a mile due east.
Jesus, how long do you figure this has been in the ice?
Well, the backscatter effect's been bringin' things up...
from way down around here for a long time.
I'd say... I'd say the ice it's buried in is 1 oo, ooo years old, at least.
And those Norwegians blew it up? Yeah.
[MacReady Sighs] I don't know.
Thousands of years ago, it crashes,
and this Thing... [Sighs]
Gets thrown out or crawls out, and it ends up freezing in the ice.
I just cannot believe any of this voodoo bullshit.
Childs, it happens all the time, man.
They're fallin' outta the skies like flies.
Government knows all about it. Right, Mac?
Do you believe any of this voodoo bullshit, Blair?
Childs. Childs. Chariots OfThe Gods, man.
They practically own South America.
I mean, they taught the Incas everything they know.
Come on, now, MacReady.
The Norwegians get a hold of this, and they dig it up out of the ice.
Yes, Garry, they dig it up. They cart it back.
It gets thawed out, wakes up, not in the best of moods.
I don't know. I wasn't there. Which one of you disrespectful men...
been tossin' his dirty drawers in the kitchen trash can, huh?
From now on I want my kitchen clean, germfree.
Now how's this motherfucker wake up after thousands of years in the ice?
And how could it look like a dog? I don't know how.
'Cause it's different than us, see?
'Cause it's from outer space. What do you want from me? Ask him.
You buy any of this, Blair?
[Ticking, Beeping]
[Doc Over Speaker] Mac, removin'those things...
out of the lab into the storeroom.
Can you come get your stuff?
Be there in a minute, Doc.
Through the door.
Right over here. Right over...
Sorry, Mac. You have to move your stuff ou...
Doc says we gotta lock him up. Stash him in here and lock him up.
I have to talk to you. I'm tired of talkin', Fuchs.
I just wanna get up to my shack and get drunk.
Mac, it's important. What is it?
Outside. It's 4o below outside.
In the Thiokol. Please, Mac.
We ought tojust burn these things.
Can't burn the find of the century.
That's gonna win somebody the Nobel Prize.
You, uh, got the keys?
Get 'em from Garry. I wanna get some stuff outta here.
There's something wrong with Blair.
He's locked himself in his room, and he won't answer the door.
So I took one of his notebooks from the lab. Yeah?
Listen.
"It could have imitated a million life-forms on a million planets.
"Could change into any one of them at any time.
Now it wants life-forms on Earth."
It's gettin' cold in here, and I haven't slept in days.
Wait. "It needs to be alone...
"and in close proximity with a life-form to be absorbed.
The chameleon strikes in the dark."
So is Blair cracking up, or what? Damn it, MacReady.
"There is still cellular activity in these burned remains.
They're not dead yet."
Let's go, Bennings. I gotta get some sleep.
Holy shit.
[Keys Fall]
Go get the doc.
I'll get Garry. We'll meet in Blair's room.
It's Bennings! [Gasping]
Bennings was right there. Mac, I swear to God. It had a hold ofhim.
[Alarm Blaring]
[Blaring Continues]
[MacReady] Windows! Windows! Keep away from him!
Get back! Stay back!
It isn't Bennings.
[Screeching]
[Screaming]
My God, what was happening to him?
If it had more time it would have looked, sounded and acted like Bennings.
I don't know what you're saying.
That was one of those Things out there trying to imitate him, Garry.
- Come on. - MacReady, I know Bennings. I've known him for ten years.
He's my friend.
We've gotta burn the rest of'em.
All right, step back.
You sure that's all of'em?
We cleaned out the storehouse, the lab. There is nothin' left.
Where's Blair?
I can't find Blair.
Where's everybody else?
Windows is in the radio room still trying to get through. Everyone else, in the rec room.
Well, you go on. I'll be in in a minute.
Blair?
[Static]
[Gunshot]
[Blair Chattering]
[Blair] Don't.! You son of a bitch. You understand me?
- He's got a gun. Get back. - Anybody interferes, I'll kill 'em.
- Jesus. - Just leave it here. We're gonna talk.
He smashed up some of the chopper pretty good.
[Blair] Nobody talk to nobody.!
Childs, go see if he got to the tractor. [Yelling]
Nobody gets in and outta here. Nobody.
You guys think I'm crazy. Well, that's fine.
Most of you don't know what's goin' on around here.
Well, I'm damn well sure some of you do.
Christ.
He got most of the chopper and the tractor, and he's killed the rest of the dogs.
Garry, wait a minute, wait a minute.
Now, Childs, go around to the map room door. Talk to him.
Okay.
Norris, get a table from the lab.
Do you think that Thing wanted to be an animal?
No dogs make it a thousand miles through the cold.
[Glass Shattering]
Nah, you don't understand!
That Thing wanted to be us.
[Blair] If the cell gets out...
it could imitate everything on the face of the earth...
and it's not gonna stop.! Okay, Blair.
Come on, man, you don't wanna hurt anybody.
I'll kill you.
[Groaning]
[Grunting]
[Blair Moaning]
Good shot, MacReady.
Excuse me. Okay.
All right, bring him up. Yeah.
[Groaning]
Come on, Blair.
What about your shack? I don't want him in my shack. We'll lock him in the toolshed.
Why am I in here? For your own protection, Blair.
[Wind Gusting]